poetry friday

Here’s to State Fairs and Ice Cream Trucks…because it’s still summer!!

The Ice-Cream Man
by Rachel Field


When summer’s in the city,
   And brick’s a blaze of heat,
The Ice-Cream Man with his little cart
   Goes trundling down the street.


Beneath his round umbrella,
   Oh, what a joyful sight,
To see him fill the cones with mounds
   Of cooling brown or white;


Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry,
   Or chilly things to drink
From bottles full of frosty-fizz,
   Green, orange, white, or pink.


His cart might be a flower bed
   Of roses and sweet peas,
The way the children cluster round
   As thick as honeybees.